Chapter 40
The Devil Looks Angelic
I arrived at my gentleman's club at 7:00 PM. I had to open tonight because Dream called out. It was a Friday and the first of the month, so I knew I couldn't miss that type of money. The way Dream said she was feeling, I think her and Trent had made me a godfather.
I went to my office and sat down for the second time.
Dream had it set up so nicely. I had a black marble desk, cameras, pictures, liquor bottles, plaques, and trophies for having the best strip club.
Honestly, I couldn't have done it without my beautiful manager.
The black and gold aesthetic suited me so well.
As I sat at my desk, one of my security officers came in.
“Hey boss, I was looking for Ms. Dream, but I couldn't find her.”
“She won't be in tonight.”
He walked off, and looking at the security monitors, I watched him stand at the entrance. The cook, the bartender, and three dancers had arrived. I pulled out my phone and FaceTimed my baby. She answered on the first ring.
“Hey mama, what you doing?”
“Lying down, waiting on you to get home.”
She came onto the camera completely naked. My dick was brick.
“Baby, we fucked before I left that motherfucker.”
I walked over and locked the door, then whipped my dick out.
“Prop the phone up and play with that shit.”
She propped the phone up, lay back while pinching one of her nipples, and rubbed her clitoris slowly. She threw her head back, and I could see the lust all over her face. Looking at her alone had me feeling like I was about to bust. I kept stroking my dick.
“Ooh daddy, I miss you!” she yelled out while grinding and rubbing her pussy.
“Shit mama, I'ma beat that pussy as soon as I'm out of here. Sleep naked tonight for daddy,” I said.
She slid a finger into her hole, and I saw the juices leaking. I was so turned on I erupted everywhere. She let out a long moan: “Shit.” I could see her leg shaking.
“I'm at work, you got me playing with my dick on the clock,” I said while cleaning myself up with wipes.
“Baby, you the boss. You can do what you want.”
“You right, ma. No clothes, please,” I told her.
“Baby, it's cold, I'm not sleeping naked.”
“Moomoo, no drawls, right?” I asked.
“For you, yes. I had just got out the shower, about to get back in.”
“Nah, stay like that. I want to lick you clean.”
“Clo, you always been nasty, but you been extra nasty lately.”
I smiled. “I don't know, baby, you just excite me.”
I looked at the cameras and saw I had a full house. “Coming as soon as we close, my love.”
I ended the call and made sure I looked good in my Amiri tracksuit. I walked into the dressing room, where about ten ladies were getting dressed.
“Hey Clo, your kids miss you!” Juicy said, dressed in a purple bra and squirt set. I could see her purple thong as she bent over. She had a 36-inch lace front that looked like she paid a pretty penny for.
“We don't talk about my girls here, Juicy. You been keeping them away from me,” I said, disappointed. I hadn't seen my girls since she snatched them.
I walked around the club; everyone was working. When I got to the VIP section, I saw Rizz and Mario. I smiled and dapped them up.
“Yo, come have a drink with us,” Mario said.
I sat down and took a shot. Mario looked at me, and I could tell something was on his mind.
“What's on your mind?”
“We always been locked in. Why don't you serve me no more?”
“We a team, and you can make more money with Dungen. What's the problem, Mari?” I called him the name I had used since he was eight, when I first met him.
He took another shot back. Juicy walked up, wearing her bra and G-string.
“You fellas need a dance?”
I looked at her like she had lost her mind.
“Juicy, all this pussy in here, you think I want to see some shit I been in before? I could have just went home to my lady,” Rizz said.
“Rio, you good?” she asked him.
“We damn near cousins,” he said in an irritated tone.
“Rizz, you been acting brand new lately.”
“I am. I got a girlfriend, she's beautiful. She never had to approach me; I approached her.”
“Fuck you!” she said.
“You mad 'cause you can't.”
“Bitch, you can't,” she argued.
“We can all bend your ass over right now and have a piece of your ho ass if we was on that.”
She walked off so fast with a smirk.
“Damn, you know her?” I asked.
“Bitch was my worst mistake. We was together for six years.
She lied and told me her last babies were mine; I didn't doubt it because we was in a relationship.
She was texting some nigga, and he was wiring her thousands of dollars.
I found out the nigga is a federal judge and he's both of her kids' daddy.”
“Damn, I was just taking care of her daughters. They have their own room in my house and everything.”
“Bitch is stupid. He takes care of shawty, she's just selfish and greedy. He ain't there physically, but I know the money good.”
I had shawty living rent-free, and she could afford rent and some more shit. I wasn't even mad; it was for the girls.
I walked back to my office and had a seat at my desk. Looking at the cameras, Mario still looked like something was bothering him. I made a mental note to go talk to him personally tomorrow.
With my feet propped up, Juicy came back in—this time with her skirt on. This girl was beautiful as fuck. I had to remember that even the devil looked angelic. She sat on my desk right beside my chair; I could see her pussy because she still had on no panties.
“I need a break. When are you going to get the girls?” she asked.
“When you need me to, Juice,” I said.
She sat on the desk in front of me with her legs open, coming closer like she wanted to kiss me.
“Let me repay you.”
“Nah, I'm engaged, shorty.”
“How would she know?” she asked.
“I would never hurt my woman like that. Please leave my club and never come back,” I yelled.
Fuck that—a bitch and her kids if it came to my woman. My woman was raising her kids, and Juicy really thought she was about to get this dick. I called security to remove her from my club.
Rizz came into my office and sat across from me.
“Why they transporting shawty out like that?” he asked.
“She just tried to damn near rape me,” I said with a mug.
“Wouldn't be Juicy ho ass,” he said with a chuckle. “Watch out for that ho, though. I'm about to head to the trap.”
We slapped hands and he left. It was only 1:00 AM; I had three more hours to work, and they went by smoothly.